Gorgeous Billionaire’s Virgin: The Billionaire's Virgin, #3

By Rachel Foster

Ellie has been taken by her ex and Dylan has to get her back. Even if that means killing her ex. But will he save her in time and will she be able to look at him the same if he does?

• Language: English
• Publisher: 3rd Publishing
• Release date: Mar 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215754993

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Gorgeous Billionaire’s Virgin

Rachel Foster

Copyright © 2018 by Rachel Foster

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Gorgeous Billionaire’s Virgin

Gorgeous Billionaire’s Virgin

1

Elle

F

uck.

That was the first thing that roved into my head as I came to once more. Fuck. Ouch. Everything hurt, my whole body feeling as though it was aching and crying out in pain as I tried to work out what the fuck I was meant to do now. Where was I? How had I gotten here? And how on Earth had I managed to land myself in such a mess?

My mind traced back as far as it could, trying to place all of this, trying to make sense of it, even though there was next to nothing to make sense of. My body ached from top to bottom, and I needed something, anything, to shake loose the reality of how I had gotten here. I reached down to plant my hands on my stomach, to make sure that no damage had been done to the baby that I was carrying, and, much to my relief, it seemed as though everything was fine. From the outside in, at least. I had no idea what was going on below the surface, but I couldn’t think about that now. I couldn’t think about anything but getting the fuck out of this place, and back to Dylan. Back to the man I loved.

Where the hell was I? As I peeled my head from the cold concrete floor underneath me, I tried to place where the hell I had ended up, and came up with nothing. I didn’t recognize this place at all. It was all gray, looked like an old warehouse or something, industrial through and through, old rainwater dripping from the cracked windows above me. I shivered as a cold rush of air rolled through the room, and I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to ward off the chill that threatened to consume me.

Though I knew that there wasn’t much that I could do to stop it now that it had started.

The terror was creeping up the back of my neck, reminding me to be scared – to hold myself tight, because I didn’t know if anyone was coming to save me. That was all I knew for sure, that I was right to be terrified in that moment. That I was right to live in fear. Something had happened, something out on the street when I had been walking away from Dylan’s place...

And that was when it hit me, the memories sharp as they flooded my brain again. I had been walking home, out on this dark street, when Samuel had called me. Told me that he would send a taxi cab to pick me up so that I could come join him wherever he was in that moment. I had agreed, sure that it would be for the best to do something more practical than just wander the streets at random all night long, and I had allowed him to call me a car to bring me down to the coffee shop that we had first met in.

But then I had gotten down to the coffee shop. I had arrived there and realized that it was nowhere near where he had promised that we would meet. The driver had taken off before I’d had a chance to point out his mistake, and I was out in the middle of nowhere, alone, trapped, stuck. And then-

And then, they had jumped me. Men. I had heard male voices, one of them belonging to Johan, the other belonging to Samuel. They had shoved a bag over my head and grabbed me by the arms, pulled me roughly toward something – or perhaps away from it, I had no idea. I could only remember the seething panic, the way it swept up through me to take me, and then receded, slipped back into darkness as I passed out from the anxiety.

I didn’t know where they had taken me after that. I could vaguely remember the bump of a van beneath me, telling me that I was being taken somewhere – somewhere far away, somewhere distant, somewhere that nobody could find me. I had clasped my hands to my bump and held them there, promising the little child inside of me that I would do anything and everything I could to protect them.

And now, I was here, in this strange place, cold, shaking, looking around for anything that would give me an indication of where the fuck I was or what the fuck I was doing here. I had no idea what to expect now. Whoever had taken me, if it really had been who I thought it was, they hadn’t bothered to bind me, to tie me to some chair to make sure that I wouldn’t run for my life. They clearly thought they didn’t have to worry about that, and maybe they were right. Even if I sprang to my feet and fled for the door, how long would it be before they found me again? They would drag me back here, they would take me again. I couldn’t escape. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t escape, and it burned in every part of me to know how helpless I was right now.

It didn’t take long till I heard footsteps making their way toward me. I peeled myself upright, trying to see who was approaching, but my eyes were still blurry, tears beginning to form at the corners and threatening to spill all the way down my cheeks. I felt as though I had been ripped open, shredded from the inside out. The fear was so real, so intense, more than anything I had ever felt before in my life, and I hated how much it hurt. How pathetic it made me feel.

You’re awake. A voice cut through my tears, and I looked up to see a man that I recognized approaching me – a man that I had hoped I would never have to see again in my life. He stood tall above me, looking down at me with something close to amusement in his eyes. Johan.

What are you doing? I pleaded with him. Please, let me go, I – I won’t tell anyone what happened. I won’t-

That’s not how this works, sweetheart, he replied, and there was a tone of actual tenderness to his voice that made all of this that much harder to take. If he had just kicked me while I was down, spat slurs at me and made me feel worthless, I would have been able to handle that. There was something even more twisted about the way that he talked to me now, as though he actually gave a shit about me. As though I actually mattered to him, after everything he had done to me.

Why are you doing this? I begged him. I didn’t understand. It had been a long time since we had been together, and I knew that I had moved on; I had assumed that he had been smart enough to do the same, even if he had taken more of a hit from the break-up than I had. He shook his head and smiled at me.

I want us to be together, Elle, he told me softly, crouching down in front of me. I recoiled from him at once. Seeing him so near me, it made all of this far more real, and I wanted nothing more than for this to retreat to the realms of fantasy again.

You don’t have to do this, I told him, trying to keep my voice as gentle as I could. If I freaked out on him now, then I was going to have to deal with the blowback of his anger, and I wasn’t sure that I would be able to take that right now. He was the one in control, the one in charge, the one who got to define exactly how this worked one way or another, and I wasn’t about to let my desperation to get out of here get the better of me.

I’m so happy to be with you again, Elle, he continued. He was putting my name at the end of every sentence, as though he could hardly believe that he had the chance to say it to my face again. I squirmed, shifting away from him on the cold, hard ground, and shook my head.

You need to let me go, I told him urgently. If someone finds out what you’ve done-

Nobody’s going to find out, Elle, he promised me. You have nothing to worry about. It’s just us here, for now.

I knew that Dylan would already be looking for me. Right? He’d had people following me before, and there was no way that he was going to let something like this slip through his fingers. Any minute now, he would walk into this place and pull me into his arms and tell me that he was here to keep me safe.

To keep our baby safe.

If he even wanted anything to do with me after he had found out that I had kept the pregnancy from him for so long. Oh, shit – what if he had already given up on me after that? What if he was already done with me? Maybe he wouldn’t come looking, after all. Maybe he was already sick and tired of me and everything that we had been through together and he had thought better of bothering to come searching for me, no matter what had happened.

I levelled my gaze at Johan as I tried to accept that I was going to have to find a way out of this myself. Much as it angered me, I had to accept that this was on me now – that this was my business to pull off, and that I had to make it work any single way that I could. But looking at him, even when he was gazing at me with something like care in his eyes, was enough to make me want to curl up on the floor and cry. I knew what this man wanted from me – I knew what he had always wanted from me. He craved me, he wanted to own me, he wanted to make sure that nobody else even came close to me. And the thought of giving in to any of that, after all the freedom that I had enjoyed for such a long time, was enough to make my stomach twist with horror.

You done with her yet? Another voice cut in. I looked around at once, praying that it was going to be someone a little more sympathetic to my cause, but instead, I found myself looking at Samuel. Or, at least, the man that I had thought was Samuel all this time.

Leave us alone, Levi, Johan snarled at the other man. I stared at him for a moment, back between the two of them, trying to work out if I could really have heard what I thought I just had. Levi? Was that the name that he had used for him? It had to be wrong. I knew Samuel, and I-

Just because you’re my big brother doesn’t mean you can talk to me like that, the other man replied. And, just like that, it all started to become clear to me. Just what I had gotten myself into. Just the mess that was unfolding in front of me right now. Just the horror that I was facing down. Just how long this had all been in motion before it had finally happened at last. And that’s when it hit me, the sheer horror of it all, the sheer hopelessness of the situation I found myself in. These two men had been waiting to get me here for a long time. And, now that they had – I had no idea what it was going to take to get myself out of it again.

2

Dylan

I

paced back and forth in my office, waiting for the call to the office to ring through, but it just kept buzzing and buzzing with no answer. With a grunt of annoyance, I hung up the phone and tossed it aside.

Anything? Henry asked me. I shook my head.

Not a fucking word, I replied, running my hands through my hair. I knew that cursing and stomping around wasn’t going to make this go any easier, but I didn’t give a damn. I wasn’t going to just sit by and wait for something to happen. There was too much that I could have been doing, too much that I could have been taking care of, but I found myself sitting around instead, sure that something terrible was happening to her, with no idea how to make it right.

I didn’t know where the fuck she had gotten to. It had been nearly twenty-four hours since I had seen her last – she had made a few calls to my phone, but I had been talking with Henry when they had come in, so I had missed them. Now, looking back, I wished more than anything that I could have been there to take them – but instead, I had been far too wrapped up in everything else that was happening. Far too worried that I was about to find out something that might change everything.

And now, she was gone, and I had no idea where she had gotten to. Though I would go ahead and guess that Johan and that garbage-fire of a cousin of his, Levi, had something to do with it.

I had called in Henry and Mark as soon as I hadn’t been able to get in touch with her by the morning, and the three of us had been working mission-control since then to try and pull it all together. I had no idea how long it was going to be before I got to see her again, but I was determined to keep that number as low as I possibly could.

I couldn’t fight the nagging feeling, though, at the back of my mind, that all of this was my fault somehow. That if I had reacted better to the news of her pregnancy, that none of this would have happened, and that it was nothing but my fault that it had. I couldn’t help but feel guilty, thinking about her out there all alone, wherever she was, sure that I had abandoned her and that I didn’t want anything to do with her.

Because it was so far from the truth it was almost laughable. I needed to see her again. I needed to wrap my arms around her and tell her that I had missed her like goddamn crazy – that I wanted nothing more than to help her take care of this child, no matter how much work it took from my side. She needed me right now and I had failed her, but I was determined not to let it happen again.

When did she call you, again? Mark asked me. I checked my phone for the calls that I had missed from her, feeling a pang of guilt as I looked down at them. If only I had answered just one of these, things would have been different. I could have stopped her before she got lost, wherever the hell she had gone. If she so much as ever wanted to hear from me again, which I got the feeling that she didn’t.

But I let her slip through my fingers, and the best I could do now was work my ass off to make sure that I found her again. I had been calling everyone that I could think of, including Quinn, but they hadn’t seen a hair on her head since she had come down to my place. And I knew that some of them had to be beginning to wonder if that was more than a coincidence.

I read out the timestamp to Mark, and then glanced over to Henry again. He had hardly gotten any rest all night long. I could see it all over his face, and I wondered if I was asking a little too much of him. But honestly? I doubted that he would have rested until he knew for sure that whoever had gotten her, wherever she had gone, she was safe. He was invested in this case now, in me, and he wasn’t going to let me handle it all by myself.

I wondered if he thought, somewhere, at the back of his mind, that I had something to do with this. I prayed that he didn’t. I wasn’t sure I could have handled it if he did. I knew that I had done nothing to get her lost like this, but maybe there was more that I could have done to stop it. And that made me feel guilty, in all the ways that it was possible to.

I hated this. I hated it more than anything else that I had gotten wrapped up in over the last few months with her; I hated it more than I hated the mess that I was trying to unravel with Jones, I hated it more than how badly I had hurt her when she had discovered the truth about my intentions. I hated it, and I promised myself that, no matter what it took, I would put it right. I would make sure that she never had to fear like this again, and that she would never doubt my commitment to caring for her for an instant.

Have you heard anything else from the cops? I asked Henry, and he shook his head. We had called in to notify the police that she was a missing person, but they had been reluctant to do much about it since she was a grown-ass adult and seemed to have taken off on her own right. I sighed.

You know what we have to do, right? Henry asked. I shook my head. I knew what he was going to say, and I hated the thought of it.

Not him.

We have to make sure that she’s not there, Mark agreed. I know you don’t want to talk to him, but-

It’s more than just not wanting to talk, I protested. It’s...I know what he’s going to say to me when he sees me. And I don’t trust him not to take it too far.

What does too far mean? Henry asked. He always wanted people to say exactly what they meant, but he must have been able to read between the lines on this one. I sighed.

He’s going to think that I had something to do with it, I replied. And I don’t want that getting in the way of things.

We have to speak to someone else about this, Mark reminded me. We have to make sure that she’s not with him-

Fine, I snapped back, finally. I knew that I was persona-non-grata around that place, but I wasn’t sure what else I could do. If she had really just gone to be with her father, then I needed to know that, one way or another, no matter how pissed the thought of it made me.

Mark and I got in the car to head across town to see her father. I had no idea if he was aware that she was missing, but I didn’t want to be the one to have to tell him. I was certain that he would be spitting that he’d had to hear the news from me and not someone he respected or cared about more, but this was far from an ideal situation for any of us. Mark and I rode in silence, him at the wheel, me in the passenger seat, staring out of the window and trying to catch sight of something, anything, that might give me a hint as to where Sarah had gotten to.

We arrived at the house, and I paused for a moment before I headed inside. I wanted to get myself ready for this, but I wasn’t allowed the time before the door sprang open and Elle’s father, Jerry, came storming across the property toward us.

Where is she? he demanded angrily.

I don’t know, I replied at once, but before I could say another word, he had me by the front of my shirt, pulling me angrily toward him, eyes narrowing as he tried to get under my skin.

You tell me where she is or so help me God-

I don’t know, Jerry! I exclaimed, as I shoved him off me. Mark climbed out of the car quickly, ready to come